Ow my head

Since I’ve been pregnant I’ve given up all the appropriate things. I pass on coffee. I switched to regular ginger ale instead of things with caffeine and artificial sweeteners. I haven’t touched alcohol. But yesterday I was dying for a Diet Coke to go with my cheeseburger. I was willing to risk thirty kinds of birth defects just for one sip of the drink I’ve been addicted to since I was ELEVEN. So I caved. I have a Diet Coke and it was DELICIOUS. Absolutely heaven.

But today, right around the time I had that Coke yesterday my head started pounding. Throbbing. It felt like someone was trying to pull my brain out through my eyeballs. I barely made it home from work before collapsing on the couch. I couldn’t even make it through Judge Judy before crawling up to my bed and passing out for two hours. Now it’s 8:30 at night and I’m still suffering. I know there’s a Diet Coke in the back on the fridge. I can hear it calling me. Drink me! Driiiiiink me! I’m the magical fairy of happiness who can take your pain awaaaaaaaay!

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As “girl-who-recently-decided-all-things-diet-coke-like-were-horribly-bad-for-you” discovered, it’s likely not the caffiene but the aspartame in diet coke. When you are addicted, you feel the pain when you give it up. Until the addiction breaks. Then you become like the general population again and you get crazy bad symptoms when you do have the artificial sweetner.

Next time you really want one, try having a regular coke and see if it’s better. If it’s not, then you can just ignore my little outpouring of info here.

Oh girl I’m sorry. I’ve been pretty much off all soda for the past…four months, I think. But in the last week I’ve had two leftover diet cokes with lime, mostly because my Brita pitcher was empty and crap I was thirsty and didn’t want to wait for the water I just put in the pitcher to get cold. They weren’t bad, but my head has been hurting a bit more, now that you mention it. Which may be just August allergies from Hell. Anyway, I still don’t really want soda most of the time, but I’m afraid, so I’m really recommitting myself. If the pitcher is empty, just go thirsty. Or go to the store and get a Dasani.

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Bonjour! No I'm not French, it just sounded fancy. Sorry for the confusion. I'm Suzanne, a 36-year-old mom, photographer, Navy wife, blogger, baker, and amateur at pretty much everything else. The stars of the show are Evan, born 4/5/09, Caroline, born 12/19/2010 and Lincoln, born 7/23/2014. The last bebeh is Finnegan, born 8/30/2016 so he's a toddler now but don't talk to me about that. We live in Connecticut and enjoy it very much except for most of February and March. You can find more of my photos (or even hire me!) over on my photography site, Ginger Snaps Pictures. I love hearing from you so if you have questions, stories or ideas to share, email me at bebehblog@gmail.com .

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